to hide lonely stares
You know you look good
and you're better than us
And your voice shines like silver
so you enjoy all the fuss
Act tough enough
No one calls your bluff
You take what you want
or you think you deserve
And then scoff at the hurting
with little reserve
You hide in your act
And forget what you lack
Your beautiful wife
can't begin to compare
With your unreal desires
of fanciful affair
A lost soul you keep
For a price far too steep
You'll want what you've lost
those you've put at arms length
When you realize the cost
in your sense of false strength
1 comment:
...and yet, false or now, I envy those who can displace confidence and strength. Why is it that the strong are so often timid and the weak over-confident?
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